Scuba Retreat Part 4 Sneaky Bondage and Vibrating Bliss

I spent the entire night wrapped in that gorgeous scuba gear and it felt absolutely divine. Waking up still encased in neoprene, I knew I was not finished playing yet. With time to spare before today's scuba lessons begin, I decided to make things a little more interesting. Out came the metal leg irons, followed by the handcuffs securing my wrists together. There I was, bound and helpless in my scuba suit, completely at the mercy of my own wicked imagination. But I needed more. I reached for my wand vibe, the buzzing already making my breath catch. Pressing it against the neoprene, feeling those deep vibrations travel through the suit, my body began to squirm against the cuffs. The restriction, the sensation, the sheer naughtiness of being trussed up in scuba gear while waves of pleasure built and built. My muffled whimpers filled the room as I edged closer, completely bound and blissful, still wrapped in the gear I had sneaked out the night before.